Chapter 622 - 254: Shocking Everyone, The Legion Returns
Chapter 622: Chapter 254: Shocking Everyone, The Legion Returns
"Kill them all, leave none alive."
Lin Ye’s voice was placid, carrying not a single shred of emotion.
As if he were merely stating some trivial matter, like brushing the dust from his sleeve.
However, to the seven members of Wei Hao’s team, those six words were nothing less than a death sentence delivered from the deepest abyss.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like the crushing weight of a frozen sea, pressed in from all sides.
The air grew viscous. The shadow of death was no longer a metaphor; it had become tangible, manifesting as the hundreds of grotesque, bizarrely-shaped monsters before them.
Humanoid specters writhed within the black mist, their frigid auras seeming to freeze the very soul. Slimy, tentacled monstrosities brandished their appendages, their single, murky eyes filled with nothing but primal greed.
And then there was the dense, boundless ocean of skeletons. The eerie green flames burning in their eye sockets converged into a star-filled sky of utter despair.
There were worldly, experienced people among them, men and women who had delved deep into all manner of rifts. But many of the alien races before them now were creatures they had never even seen in any database!
The aura emanating from each one was perhaps only at the Early Stage of the Divine Realm—not particularly powerful on its own.
But faced with such overwhelming numbers, the question in their minds was no longer whether they could win, but how they could possibly escape.
However, they were given no time to think. The instant the command was issued, the horde erupted into a frenzy.
"ROAR—!"
Charging at the forefront were the translucent members of the Rot Eye Race.
Under Ah Qiang’s silent, mental command, these ordinarily fragile creatures fearlessly formed a living wall of flesh. Waving their tentacles and making nauseating noises, they surged toward the seven-person squad.
"Jian Lei! Hold them back!"
Wei Hao roared.
The tower-like shield Warrior, Jian Lei, roared in fury. He slammed a massive Tower Shield inscribed with earthen runes into the ground. Fully activating his S-rank Defense Spirituality, he enveloped all seven of them in a thick, earth-yellow halo.
With the muscles on his arms bulging, Jian Lei shoved the Tower Shield forward. The furious force of the blow instantly blasted the seven or eight Rot Eye Race at the front to pieces!
However, the path he expected to clear never appeared.
SPLAT! SPLAT!
Green slime flew everywhere, like a sudden, corrosive downpour.
"AHHH—!"
A bloodcurdling scream rang out.
It came not from an enemy, but from Jian Lei himself!
The Tower Shield, which could withstand a full-powered blow from an expert at the Late Stage of the Divine Realm, emitted a horrifying SIZZLE the instant it came into contact with the slime.
The runes on its surface rapidly dimmed, and the sturdy shield began to melt away, pits forming across its face at a visible rate!
Worse, a few drops of slime splattered onto his arm, instantly piercing through his Protective Gang Sha. His flesh and blood dissolved, exposing the bone beneath, which smoked with white vapor!
’This slime... it can directly corrode Spirituality and even the Primordial Spirit!’
"Cenbo! Find that Gang Condensation Realm brat! Shoot him dead! He’s their commander!" Wei Hao’s voice was shrill with terror.
The cold-eyed archer, Cenbo, had already locked his sights on Lin Ye.
His Spirituality, [Super Long-Distance Vision], allowed him to perceive the finest details. But at this moment, his vision was filled with countless distorted black shadows.
It was the Black Nightmare Race!
They were incorporeal, like ghostly wisps, and ignored Jian Lei’s defense entirely. They passed straight through the earth-yellow barrier of light, drifting toward Cenbo and another support Martial Artist in the team’s back line.
"Get away!"
Cenbo roared. The composite longbow in his hands flared with light as he fired three arrows imbued with anti-magic power in a triangular spread. They accurately pierced through three members of the Black Nightmare Race.
However, the creatures simply dissolved into black mist upon being struck, only to reform a second later and resume their fearless assault.
A powerful, irresistible wave of drowsiness washed over Cenbo’s mind.
His eyelids grew heavy, his vision started to blur, and the fingers drawing his bowstring began to lose their strength.
"No... don’t..."
He fought desperately to stay awake, but his consciousness was rapidly slipping away.
The very instant he finally closed his eyes.
SCHLICK!
A white bone battle-axe swung out from the shadows, slicing through his neck without any resistance.
A flash of white light, and Cenbo’s body vanished into thin air, leaving behind a bronze fragment that clattered to the ground.
At almost the exact same moment, the other support Martial Artist, who had also fallen into a deep slumber, was swarmed by several members of the Curse Bone Race. Another flash of white light, and he too was gone.
The battle had begun less than three seconds ago, and two of them were already dead!
This terrifying efficiency completely shattered the remaining survivors’ morale.
The woman with the elusive Body Technique and twin blades, Zhao Qing, saw this, and the last shred of fighting spirit in her eyes was extinguished.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she turned and fled. Pushing her stealth-type Spirituality to its absolute limit, she became a blurry afterimage, rocketing toward the depths of the dense forest.
’Fragments? Ancestral lands? None of it was as important as her life!’
’As long as I can get out of here, I’ll still have a chance!’
Her speed was incredible. In an instant, she had covered several dozen meters and was just about to vanish into the woods.
A flicker of relief, the joy of a survivor, had just begun to bloom in Zhao Qing’s heart.
But in the next second, her body froze solid, as if she had slammed into an invisible wall. She hung there, suspended unnaturally in mid-air.
An aura of death, as vast and deep as an abyss, had locked firmly onto her.
"Did I... say you could run?"
A cold, emotionless voice seemed to echo from the very depths of her soul.
Zhao Qing looked down in terror, only to find that an invisible force was slowly twisting her limbs, breaking them at horrifying angles that defied all laws of anatomy!